Feed me

I ran into a friend at a pub tonight, and she asked how my writing was going. I told her that it was going great, other than the fact that I make somewhere in the vicinity of .25 cents an hour. Mind you, that isn’t exactly the way to impress a woman in my home [...]

Uggh!

I can’t believe I’m this sick. For some reason, I could eat roadkill prepared in a filthy wok in the dirtiest alley of Bangkok, served by someone that is probably stirring my food with the same left hand that she wiped her bottom with an hour ago (toilet paper is for tourists and pansies) and [...]

Holding pattern

My motto back when I first started this blog was that I would keep traveling until one of these conditions makes me quit: 1) I run out of places to go. 2) I run out of money. 3) I get killed. Although I have had some pretty close calls with the last two, none of [...]

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